Since from birth's beginning
He dreamed of the sinning.
When he was awaken
He would not think of a holy forsaking.
Raised to be the perfect idol
His thoughts and dreams were always suicidal.
Looking, hoping for a release from God's hold,
Not anybody's wisdom told.
Till one late hour, in his dreams
There was darkness, only heard were screams.
For his trapped body and soul be released
The boy realized his own existence must cease.
One late hour, as the clock tik toked
His lifeless body rocked
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